The world,--this shadow of the soul, or other me, lies wide around. Its attractions are the keys which unlock my thoughts and make... me acquainted with myself. I run eagerly into this resounding tumult. I grasp the hands of those next to me, and take my place in the ring to suffer and to work, taught by an instinct, that so shall the dumb abyss be vocal with speech.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

There are so many intellectual and moral angels battling for rationalism, good citizenship, and pure spirituality; so many and suc...h eminent ones, so very vocal and authoritative! The poor devil in man needs all the support and advocacy he can get. The artist is his natural champion. When an artist deserts to the side of the angels, it is the most odious of treasons.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Professor Bloom is a finished example of the new womanly man. His moral nature is simple and lovable. Many have found him a dear m...an, a dear person. He is a rather quaint fellow on the whole, coy though not feebleminded in the medical sense. He has written a really beautiful letter, a poem in itself, to the court missionary of the Reformed Priests' Protection Society which clears up everything. He is practically a total abstainer and I can affirm that he sleeps on a straw litter and eats the most Spartan food, cold dried grocer's peas. He wears a hairshirt of pure Irish manufacture winter and summer and scourges himself every Saturday. He was, I understand, at one time a firstclass misdemeanant in Glencree reformatory. Another report states that he was a very posthumous child. I appeal for clemency in the name of the most sacred word our vocal organs have ever been called upon to speak. He is about to have a baby.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Fountains and ye, that warble, as ye flow,Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise....Join voices all ye living souls, ye birds,That singing up to heaven gate ascend,Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise;Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walkThe earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep;Witness if I be silent, morn or even,To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shadeMade vocal by my song, and taught his praise.Hail universal Lord, be bounteous stillTo give us only good; and if the nightHave gathered aught of evil or concealed,Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

We all have--to put it as nicely as I can--our lower centres and our higher centres. Our lower centres act: they act with terrible... power that sometimes destroys us; but they don't talk.... Since the war the lower centres have become vocal. And the effect is that of an earthquake. For they speak truths that have never been spoken before--truths that the makers of our domestic institutions have tried to ignore.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

The sound of tireless voices is the price we pay for the right to hear the music of our own opinions. But there is also, it seems ...to me, a moment at which democracy must prove its capacity to act. Every man has a right to be heard; but no man has the right to strangle democracy with a single set of vocal chords.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »